Warlord Daze

The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.

Xex Alert: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)

Well it's not so much sex, although things do get a little steamy.

It was just your average stuff, a few kisses down the front and whispered words of love. Xena had been there before. It bored her. Yeah. Really. . bored. . . . . though she noticed her body was thrilling to this woman's touch, average though it was, as if it were a god's. Only it was infinitely sweeter, and the words, which uttered by almost anyone else would have been a pack of lies, were meant and received quite sincerely. And oh, the way Gabrielle had with words, making a statement as simple as "I want to have you," blaze through Xena's body as if she were a field of dry grass because it was accompanied by a throaty, "I love you," that flowed like a river of honey through the warlord's sweet craving heart.

Xena was having trouble staying focused. In a few seconds she would flip this Amazon Queen over and have her for dessert. Then she'd take her own pleasure and. . . Gabrielle tongued the warlord's belly button, plunging in and out and twirling it seductively. The warrior's juices started to spill out and she groaned uncontrollably. Gods, if this woman put that much energy into. . . Control, Xena. You are the one in charge. . . Yep, it was all quite ordinary. mmhmm. ordinary.

Gabrielle smiled at the resistance. She could feel it, hovering in the way Xena touched, not as her wife, but as the warlord. Still, she was confident of her ability to conquer, not because she was any great seductress, but because her heart was true.. .and she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Well, not her sleeves exactly.

The bard lavished attention upon the top of Xena's sex, tracing the swirled outlines of the tattoo with her tongue. She ignored Xena's insistent hips and took her time, only once bothering to dip in and tease the woman. It was so fun to watch the warlord think that she'd gotten her way. Xena peeled back her legs for the bard, doing much more than inviting. It was a command. The command which the red head totally ignored. She kissed down Xena's inner thigh. Xena growled out, "What in Hades do you think you are doing?" Her body arched in frustration. Her expression wasn't all that pleasant.

That was the opportunity the bard had been waiting for. She sat up, on her knees, then bent over and crawled the length of Xena's body until her face hovered above the warlord's. She stared down into sky. Her voice was bereft of seduction now. Her breasts tickled the warrior's with their swing. "I am going to remind you of who I am. I want you to know me in both your minds." She looked meaningfully at the warlord, "I want you to know who you're coming home to after battle, whether you are warlord or my spouse."

Xena's eyes widened. This one hadn't been fooled at all then. At first her eyes narrowed in anger and then it registered. . .spouse. They were married? Now she looked the question. Gabrielle grinned evilly, "Oh don't worry Xena, I'll tell you *all* you need to know." Her mouth descended and claimed Xena's in a hot swift kiss. She debated and took the chance with continuing the statement, "After I'm done with you." She kissed the woman again, taking her time, using her tongue and mouth to get the message across. It wasn't a demand for surrender. It was a promise of reward for patience.

She felt Xena's acceptance, heard it in her exhaled silent sigh. Gabrielle settled her hips on the lower part of Xena's belly. She slid one hand down and parted herself, let go when she was open, then deliberately rubbed against the warrior. Xena could feel the point of the Amazon's desire, surrounded by the silky wet. Gods, Gabrielle was pouring. "This is what you do to me." The red head whispered. "All I have to do is see you sometimes, and it just starts. I get so hungry for you." Xena blinked up at the bard. Gabrielle lifted her hips and knelt again. She grinned, "Not that I'll let it sway me when I think I"m right"

Xena arched her eyebrow. Interesting statement. Xena felt around herself and knew it to be the truth. This woman had the courage to stand against her. There was another flash of memory, a hurt, deep. But Gabrielle was here now, so. . .that meant there was love. Repaired.

The fair woman smiled down at her with gentle eyes that burned with desire. "Please turn over." Xena got a sneaky look in her eye. Gabrielle grinned, and continued, catching the warrior's thoughts before they could be put into action. "Without turning *me* over. I want to pleasure all your parts."

Gabrielle wasn't stupid. She didn't make it an order. She was curious though, wondering if the warrior would allow this. After all, she could see the lust in her eyes, her body. Very possibly the battle lust itself. Thwarted battle lust. This woman, this warlord was barely holding back. She was tolerating this experience, waging everything on the promise that Gabrielle was making. The promise that it would be good, worth it. The key was to not make it a challenge. If that happened, Xena would win and take her and Gabrielle would most certainly lose. . .for good.

Xena smirked and wondered what the Queen was up to. She turned over slowly, letting Gabrielle get a good look. Okay, let the little one play.

Apparently Xena was curious too, maybe wondering what would happen next. But then again, it's not like the woman hadn't had plenty of lovers before. Maybe nothing Gabrielle did was a surprise. Gabrielle lifted herself just enough to give Xena room to move. She watched in silence as the long body of her lover rolled under her and marveled at how the muscles rippled under her skin.

Gods, she desired this woman. Yes, she did. She loved Xena too. Not just passionately, but with a deep regard for the being, the olive skinned woman who earned every scar, every skill, every heart she won or lost. She loved this Xena, the warlord whom she was trying to claim, as much as she loved her warrior. Those sensations wrapped themselves peacefully around her heart and lit something deep within Gabrielle.

She realized suddenly she didn't need to surprise Xena. She just needed to love her and meet that *specific* need that Xena seemed to feel she had. Well, Gabrielle could do that. Definitely. First things, first. Touch. The strawberry blonde straddled the warrior's hips (and the liquid feel of the Queen nearly undid all that careful planning) and laid her palms flat against the skin of Xena's shoulder blades. She began to knead those lovely powerful shoulders with sensitive fingers.

Xena's body, which had been gradually relaxing, sort of, through out the evening, started to relax even more under Gabrielle's hands, until she felt like a pool of liquid herself. Then, when she had given up expecting it, there was the kiss, the gentle pressure of lips upon newly sensitive skin. It was so soft, so moist and Xena couldn't move. She could utter though and a small noise escaped through her lips.

The bard smiled, then she dragged her tongue along a prominent scar that looked like it hadn't felt attention for awhile (though that wasn't too true. .it had seen attention not two days ago, but that scar wasn't complaining a bit) Xena gasped and the muscles rippled in response. Oh she wanted to move. Gabrielle grinned. Not yet. Not yet. There would be time enough. The bard lay her body on top of Xena's, pressing herself against the warrior. She whispered something sweet in her ear, nothing truly naughty, just an observation about the warlord's skin in the candlelight. It made Xena shiver.

Then the sensations began in earnest as Gabrielle licked and kissed and nipped her way down Xena's spine. She paused at the "v," where the spine and buttocks met and nibbled at that sensitive spot, before continuing on. Her hands slid down to grasp the warrior's hips and just as she'd kneaded the shoulders, she worked on the the warrior's buttocks, but with the intent to produce very different sensations indeed, because she combined it with something else.

Her tongue had no problem finding what it was searching for along that long line down, especially since she parted the way with her hands. Xena helped by lifting her hips (because there was no avoiding the reaction) and uttering a soft whimper. Gabrielle hummed into the kisses she delivered to that rosepuckered flesh. It was the "Oh Gods," and the lift that clued Gabrielle in to the idea that this might be a good thing, but it wasn't what she wanted to spend all her time doing. She abandoned the sensitive flesh for moister parts, but not for long.

She spent some time dragging nature's salty lubricant up with her tongue. Of course, if some of it disappeared that only gave her reason to go back for more. Not only that, there were other tempting places to go and so she spent time suckling and pressing on flesh that protruded and intruded as well. It felt very very good to Xena and had gone past ordinary some time ago.

Gabrielle wasn't anywhere near done though. She brought one hand down and under. A finger took the place of her tongue for a moment, delving into the warrior's depths. Xena backed up, hinting more than a little bit that there should be more. Once again, the red head ignored a nonverbal demand. She moved that finger and Xena growled in frustration. Gabrielle grinned as she slid her hand up and pressed against the smaller opening.

"Shall I?" she asked in agonizing politeness.

"Gods Yes!!!" There was more backing up and arching and Gabrielle felt very powerful at that moment. She pressed on through the tight ring, delighting in the sensation. She held it there, not moving, just absorbing.

Xena hissed, "Gabrielle." The bard moved, but not the way Xena wanted her to. The finger remained where it was though and due to what Gabrielle was doing, it did move. Some. The warrior milked that sensation for all it was worth, clenching and holding, not quite begging, right up until she felt something long and slightly warm touch her thigh and heard Gabrielle's gasp of surprise (though Xena took it to be just a gasp of pleasure related to that last little finger pull).

Then the warrior was begging, full out, unashamed, pleading, because she understood what the Amazon was trying to do and she desperately wanted it. Now the finger moved, plunging in and out, providing some "relief" though it really wasn't and she felt the phallus slide up and against her wet sex. There was another startled gasp and Gabrielle held still for just a moment.

Xena arched her hips, not demanding, but desperate. "Gods please, Gabrielle, fuck me please." She spread her legs more and lifted even higher than before. The phallus moved and the next thing Xena knew she was being most lovingly impaled. Gabrielle cried out, and that finger which had been so ardently busy was suddenly not located in Xena anymore. Both of the woman's hands were wrapped around Xena's hips and squeezing tightly.

Gabrielle moved, pulling out, whispering, "ohgods," then moved, pushing in, "ohgods." Then repeated those same actions. Xena's eyebrows knit in some confusion, then grinned. Playacting! There was an, "OH, Gods, yes!" when Xena clenched around the phallus. The bard swirled her own hips, which caused the Xena to moan and push. The warlord raised her eyebrows. This woman was good!

The warrior licked her lips, closed her eyes, and got into it, especially after those Amazon hands left off their death grip and the rhythm picked up. Gods, Xena wanted it long and hard and deep and she told Gabrielle so. By Damn, if the woman didn't start pushing harder, longer, deeper and more insistently, meeting each and every back thrust that Xena provided. Xena set the pace and Gabrielle followed, meeting the demand this time and filling it.

Gabrielle crouched over Xena. Her tight nipples brushed along the sweating warlord's back with each humping movement. When she got some rational (not much) thought back, she started sliding her hands along Xena's skin. Her desire to pleasure Xena was great indeed. At one point she cupped lovely breasts and squeezed and teased, but when she couldn't concentrate on doing that she brought her hands back around the warlord's waist and let one grip those lovely bucking hips and the other descend to tickle and slide against Xena's ruby clit.

Gods this felt. .indescribable. Well, maybe, if she could think, she could describe it. Xena rocked her hips and moved them back and forth and the thing she was doing with her cunt made the bard nearly faint with the pleasure of it. Okay not really. No, fainting. The lilting spiral claim of ecstasy was at her doorstep, from her center to whatever this luscious feeling was.

She nearly cried when Xena stopped moving and panted out, "Over, I've got to turn over." The bard pulled out, whimpering with how heavy and wet and warm the instrument felt in her left hand. She couldn't help herself, but let her hand wrap itself around and move, continuing the pleasure. She watched Xena turn with half lidded eyes. Gabrielle's expression was almost totally feral.

Xena's eyes widened when she saw the way Gabrielle's hands played over the phallus. It was as if she was really. . .It registered then, a not so faint memory of a night ago. The grin that lit Xena's face was one of pure knowing and curiosity. She practically pounced on the bard, toppling her over on the bed.

Gabrielle's eyes snapped open, only to close seconds later when she felt the thrill of a tongue wash over her and the slide of fingers delving in to play with the slight flesh of her clit. "Good everlovin' Gods!!!" she exclaimed in a huff of surprise.

Xena was very pleased. She'd much rather exercise this particular skill with someone who could appreciate without demanding it. And Gabrielle was really really enjoying, not to mention bringing a feminine perspective to the whole thing (The red head couldn't decide what to do with her body, so there was a mix of opening up and thrusting). Xena didn't spend too long, now that her curiosity was settled, but she moved her lips from a very sensitive phallus, to another very sensitive pair of lips and pushed against Gabrielle's mouth with a savage kiss.

The Amazon opened herself for the invasion with an alacrity that could only be called deeply intuitive. Xena straddled the strawberry blonde, settled back and onto the phallus while their tongues were still twining. Gabrielle pushed, and they were soon in motion again. This time Xena used her knowledge to both her and Gabrielle's advantage and the bard soon learned the other perspective of why Xena was so. . .sought after. . .

At one point the bard's eyes flashed open and she gasped out, "You are so," oh gods what was the word, what was the word? . . ."talented with that!!" in surprise.

Xena smirked, but kept moving her hips and using her hands to tweak Gabrielle's nipples as she exercised those inner muscles. "I have many skills," she said into their kisses. It all felt so good and the Amazon's moans were driving the brunette crazy.

Gabrielle experienced a sense of will at that moment. Again, her intuition flared. If this was to work, she would have to be the one on top, just this once (okay there would be other times, but this one was Important.) Xena had to know and remember who she was, no matter what her mentality was. Not just because of the marks on her body, but because she knew.

With a grunt she bucked her hips and rolled forward. This time it was Xena who fell back. She looked a little stunned, then grinned widely and wildly. Long legs made a circle around a trim waist and Gabrielle thrust forward with real intention. She didn't mess around, but began in earnest, her expression intense, her vocabulary raw and claiming. There was no deep skill involved, but passionate driving thrusts, grinding hips, and soul kisses (wherever she could reach) pretty much got the job done.

Maybe it was the "You're Mine!" growled out from throat raw with need which sparked a deep memory of another such occasion, or the "Gods you feel so good!" said with ferocious intensity that it could only be believed, or the way she started matching her thrusts and pulls with almost constant, "loveyouloveyouloveyoumineloveyoumineloveyou," but Xena couldn't keep up the resistance any longer. The walls crashed, hard and loud and deep in swirling pleasure that practically lifted her up off of the bedding. When the final shout of ecstasy was done, Xena's own truth sprang from her cunt to her heart to her mouth, "Gods I love you Gabrielle!"

That sent Gabrielle off on a deep spiral of her own, her whole body quaked, but her voice for screaming was gone and she could only shudder and weep her erotic release. That was pretty much it for the warlord/warrior and when she was able she pulled the panting bard in her arms and helped her slide out. The red head ended up on her side, her head cradled against Xena's shoulder and her leg half straddled across the warrior's thigh.

When Gabrielle was finally able to catch her breath, and Xena had finished her mental meanderings, the bard spoke softly, "Wow," she breathed, "When Aphrodite gives a gift, she doesn't stint, does she?"

Xena laughed.